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Alex Høgh Andersen as Ivar the boneless
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He watched her take her position over his legs, secretly grateful she did not ask any questions, nor challenge him about bending over his legs; being obedient for him would only give him more confidence.
And confident, he was.
“Look at this pretty little rear,” he hums, large hands smoothing over the smooth skin. “All nice and taught for me… begging for some attention, just like that pulsating little hole.” He grips her hips roughly and forces her hips into a higher arch, her puffy cunt as pink and wet as ever on full display for him.
Wordlessly, and without warning, he spits a hot, bubbly wad of saliva to spatter on her asshole, the pad of his index finger crudely circling and spreading the lubricant in as his head ducks to lick and suck at her slick pussy lips, moaning at the sweet musk on his tongue. His index finger curls gently for her to get used to, allowing her to settle for the first time in what seems like minutes.
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“Good girl,” he mumbles, humming pleasantly at the sight of her worshipping his thick fingers, now slick with her saliva. “And I bet you would love it, wouldn’t you? Me, stretching your little asshole wide open, hmm?”
He pulls his nose up to her, his large hands smoothing down her body and casting her a look, “now I want you to straddle over my legs, put your face against the bed and get that little ass in the air.”
He lowers his eyes and one of his hands comes up to grip her cheeks sharply in his fingers, pushing her lips out to a pout. “And we can fulfill that the gentle way, where you are an obedient girl, or the rough way. It is up to you, to behave.”
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In surprise, Ivar’s eyes widened, and for a moment his facade crumbles and all he wants to do is wrap her in his arms and reassure her that that is not what he meant.
But, he had managed to bring himself back to the dominant headspace he was in originally, the headspace she longed for, and with a smirk, he leaned back down to kiss her again, biting her lips sharply to have her whimper in his mouth.
“Oh, but I can,” he growls, slithering his hands over her body to remove and toss the now torn gown to the side, paw wasting no time in cupping her wet, hot mound in his fingers. “We still have some unfinished business.”
Then, he gives her a reassuring look before hardening his gaze again. “You let my pig of a brother fuck that little arse in front of me while I was buried in your cunt… and you never let me have a turn. So now,” he moves his hand back up for her to now suck clean.
“I will take my turn, my darling…”
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Finally, he lessens his grip on her throat and instead gently rubbed his thumb along the delicate skin, offering her a smile as he pulls his hand out of her holes and popping his index and middle finger in his mouth to suck the flavor of her cunt from them.
“Good,” he hums, only to then pop the tip of his thumb into his mouth, his eyes kept on her to gauge her reaction of his filthy yet playful action.
Then, he sighs and lowers his hands back to the swell of her bottom, squeezing the meat in his fingers and massaging the tender muscles in his fingers.
“You are being punished… because you enjoy a particularly dirty activity, and rather than have your beloved king indulge you with it, you had his brother take the reigns… and that is something that I cannot accept, little one…”
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His fingers slip inside of her holes, the tip of his thumb sinking into her tight little asshole while two of his thick fingers waste no time in searching out her heat. His free hand wraps around her throat and squeezes tightly, eyes furrowed sharply as if to dare her to say something else.
“Watch your little whore mouth,” he spits, curling his fingers. “I am your damned king, and you will address me as such in our little tryst. Do you understand?”
The hand grabbing her throat angles her head to force her to look at him, knowing the strain will ache, but also now knowing better than to hold back. If she needed him to be gentler, she would let him know.
“Otherwise, you will get nothing. And I will have no qualms tending to my own needs alone… as you’ve so eloquently asked if I do before.”
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He smirks down at her squirming, pleading frame, and with a gentler tap to her ass, he offers her a dramatic sigh, as if bored of the activity before him.
“That’s what I thought,” he mumbles, thumb gently rubbing back and forth over the reddening mark on her ass, the warmth resonating from the smack making his cock twitch in his bottoms.
“Do you know why I am looking to punish you this time, my love?” He says, the hand on her bottom slipping down between her legs, the tips of his fingers working their way between her dripping cunt lips as his thumb settles against the tight ring of her ass. “Hmm? Do you have any clues? Any idea why I might want to punish you? Make you scream?”
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Grabbing her hips, ivar forces her body to flip onto her stomach, his hands reaching for the lace at the back of her dress and shredding it with a loud, high pitched “rrrrrrip!” to echo through the air, the torn fabric now exposing her porcelain, silky skin to him.
With the back of her dress effectively torn, and his hands blistered from the force he had to pull, he laces his thick fingers back into her hair, relishing in the sounds slipping past her lips as he tugs her head taught upwards.
“You never fucking listen to me,” he growls, a heavy hand smacking the newly revealed swell of her bottom, groaning at the sight of it bouncing back. “Always challenging me, making me become the bad, mean man. It’s as if you want me to make you beg for me to stop.”
Another rough smack to leave a sting in his palm, and he tugs her hair back tighter to lean over and whisper in her ear, “but you wouldn’t want me to stop… would you?”
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He offers her a smirk, and he tightens his grip on her hair before smoothing his large palm down her back. “Oh don’t you worry,” he begins, biting her neck before pulling back to glaze his eyes down her body.
“I have full intentions on making you scream.”
A his hand slinks between her legs to toy with the wet folds under the fabric of her dress, his eyes focused on her face to watch it contort in pleasure. “But first, I want you to undress… take off your clothes…”
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“Oh, I know, my love,” he says simply, an arm wrapping around her waist, goosebumps blooming over his tanned skin, and his cock stirring at her innocent little face. “You are seldom able to contain yourself… always so desperate, so needy for your King’s affections.”
A hand shoots up to lace his fingers at the nape of her neck, forcing her to look up more at him, “Don’t look at me like that- it only makes me want to fuck you harder.”
His lips gently trace up and down the delicate skin of her neck, “I know your little secrets, my little girl…”
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I am so sorry, my love.
He rolls his shoulders and forces himself to shoot daggers at her, a look of warning to force through his eyes at his now angry wife.
“Nothing is with me,” he snarls. “I am simply asking you to listen to me, for once in your life,” he growls, his brows pinched.
“If you continue to be naughty… I will have to punish you,” he finishes, crossing his arms over his chest, hoping she finally understands what he’s getting at.
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Fuck.
This was not the reaction he had intended.
Part of him wants to already toss the facade aside and apologize, tell her it was all Frigg’s idea and he would never speak to her in such a manner to offend her.
But the other part decides to hold on. Give it time. See if she’ll squirm.
He clears his throat and sits up straighter, blinking at her in an unimpressed fashion before he raises his hand and gently dips it, as if to command her to sit down.
“I asked you to do something,” he says, fingers bending. “And you are not listening to me.”
“Do not make me ask you again.”
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Mostly undressed, save for his bottoms to cover his legs, Ivar’s head turns to face the queen entering their candlelit room, and he waves his hand to dismiss his slave from the quarters.
Licking his lips as his eyes roam her entirety, nerves and butterflies in his chest cause his heart to pound, but he keeps his face steady.
He feared her reaction, dreaded the idea of her hating him and finding him disgusting for even thinking she could want such vile dominance from him. But he had to trust Frigg. He could think of no reason to lie to him, hurt him, and if she was telling the truth, he knew it would make all of Lis’s protests worth it.
“Sit down.”
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Ivar’s grin only widens at her challenge, a brow quirking and he gives her a sigh before rising to his own feet to prepare his own trek to the bedroom.
“I would be saddened if you didn’t join me,” he promises, grabbing her hand in his as he lifts it up, kissing her knuckles tenderly. This was it. The time to show her what he can give her, prove to her that he is all she needs, and she doesn’t need the aide of his brother.
Never again.
“I have a few… things to set up,” he says softly, looking at her through his lashes intently. “Please, fetch yourself another drink. Perhaps some sweet berries, or sweet bread. Then, you may come in.” He offers her a reassuring smile and, before she can answer, he hobbled from her side and makes his way to their room, grabbing his slave to help him undress and set up in their bed for his wife’s arrival.
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“Mm, I’m surprised you even have to ask,” he rasps, smirking as he leans over to kiss her head, his breath hot and his breathing once again hitching in thought as he thinks about the best way to reply to her teasing.
“I am a scary man,” he continues. “I scare everyone, no matter whom they are. If they dare come to me, they best know the beast before them.” Thick fingers come up to guide her chin to look at him, a mischievous grin splaying over his face. “You know just how mean I can get, hmm?”
He sighs and plants a soft kiss to her lips, “I will be turning in soon, my love. Will you be joining me?”
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He opens his mouth to call out to her, ask her to stay and give him more information, but for a moment it dawns on him that she has given him all he could need. Things to do, things to say, when it is and is not appropriate to spring the filth onto her, and more importantly, that it is something Lis does want.
With a long, heavy sigh, Ivar reaches for his crutch and grabs his legs to swing them out and over the stool he was sitting on, finally rising to his feet before scanning the room for Lis, craving her closeness and seeing on if she was enjoying herself.
Once spotted, he smirks, and he wades through the crowd to make his way over, a large hand reaching out to smooth his palm over her soft head of hair. “I have missed you, my sweet,” he hums, shakily lowering himself down at the seat next to her. Then, he casts her a look with a dramatic sigh, “I do not know how you are able to tolerate my brother- I am exhausted after just a short night with him.”
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